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It felt like hours before Amos fell asleep. I felt my heart skip a beat when I heard a knock at my door, and I called out a feeble “Come in,” with a voice hoarse from not speaking since crying earlier.
Angel let himself in, and I felt my stomach turn over excitedly at the sight of his handsome figure in the doorway. He closed the door, and came to sit beside me on the couch. “You good?” he asked gently. I nodded, leaning into him, thankful that he’d never been afraid to hug me or cuddle with me. That was part of how I knew I was in love – despite being naked under the blanket, and wanting to suck him off like I had a couple times in the last few months, I was happy to just be here and enjoy his presence.
But shit, he made me horny.
He was hot enough that just being next to him had me wet, and the idea of yet another hookup was making me tremble with excitement. The foreplay was a blur – I remember that I stood up “just to stretch” and let the blanket fall into a soft fabric pool around my ankles, delighting in the way his eyes widened at my naked figure. He’d seen my tits, and he’d licked my pussy countless times, but he’d never seen me fully naked, and was clearly in awe. It was all the more exciting – as well as a massive ego boost for somebody who hated her body as much as I did. We just stayed there on the couch for a while, our hands roaming each other’s bodies as his tongue delved between my lips, trying to keep our little moans quiet so that nobody in the house would hear us. He was hovering over me now, with his shirt discarded towards the bed, and I’d managed to get his dick out into the open so that I could stroke him. He was rock-hard, and I wondered how long he’d been like that for – since he saw me naked, maybe, or sooner than that? Did the mere thought of us fucking around make him just as needy as it made me? Once again, the thrill of doing this while my boyfriend was in the other room was exhilarating, knowing he could walk in on us at any moment, and knowing that this was the sweetest revenge I could ever exact on him.
Tonight, however, was much different. Maybe it was because I was naked this time. Maybe it was because we were just that horny. Maybe it was just the natural progression of our sexual relationship. Whatever it was, anyone could argue that we definitely took it too far last night, and we both fucking loved it. It started with me looking up at him during a rare break in our little make-out, breathing low and heavy as I stroked his cock. “Do you wanna try just the tip?”
He laughed breathlessly, his head bowed as he let himself enjoy my hand on his erection. “You and I both know it won’t – fuck – it won’t be just the tip.”
I tugged my bottom lip between my teeth, my heart damn near ready to pound right out of my chest. “I’m okay with that,” I whispered, and he smiled at me – that damn smile that had me in love with both him and his perfect cock.
We rearranged so that I was laid on the couch with him right between my legs, my inner thighs glistening wet in the dim light of the TV. I knew Angel hadn’t been with any girls up to that point, so I didn’t expect much at first – I was just excited to feel him. We decided he wouldn’t need a condom if he was just going to feel it for a moment and then pull out, so with both of our bodies shaking, he lined himself up with my dripping cunt. The first few strokes, he missed the mark, but it still felt incredible to have his thick cock sliding back and forth over my pussy. With every gentle thrust, the head bumped against my clit before his shaft slid up over it, then dragged back down to send shivers through my whole body. Finally, his tip breached my entrance, and for half a second, we stayed there, relishing the feeling of each other.
Then he pushed in a little further.
The feeling of being stretched out by the first few inches of his dick was unmatched by anything I’d ever felt in there. Already, he was bigger than my piece-of-shit boyfriend, and he still had plenty more to give. I gasped as he pressed just a little deeper, glancing up at him to see his eyes shut tight and his mouth hanging open in a silent moan. I was the first pussy he’d ever fucked, and feeling him inside me had eradicated any sense of logic, any idea of “we shouldn’t be doing this”, in favor of just wanting him to fuck me. I pressed my hips up against him, gently, sliding a tiny bit more of him into my waiting hole, and he responded with a groan and another inch. Jesus Christ, I didn’t even have any toys that were this big. By the time he was buried to the hilt inside of me, I was sure his tip was right up against my cervix, and the feeling of it had me wondering what it would feel like to let him cum inside me. I knew it was risky, but goddamn, what I wouldn’t give to let him creampie me right then and there.
He pulled out almost all the way, then pushed back in again, then repeated the action, moving agonizingly slowly. I hated him for being so gentle when all I suddenly wanted was for him to pound me until I couldn’t think straight, but I loved him for letting both of us drown in the pure ecstasy of every sensation. Fuck, was I really having sex with my best friend? Yes, and it was absolutely euphoric.
He had enough self-control to stop, pulling out and saying something about a condom; I was never sure exactly what he’d said, as his voice sounded far away due to my mind still whirling, but I knew he’d probably said he wanted to put one on if we were going to continue. I nodded, and we moved to the bed, where I sat at the edge and just admired him as he unwrapped the little rubber circle. His cock was dripping with precum and my own pussy juices, and I couldn’t help myself from reaching forward and gripping his shaft again, stroking him as my eyes stayed locked on the wonderful specimen in front of me. Before I knew what I was doing, I leaned forward and took him into my mouth, and he groaned with pleasure, letting one hand tangle in my hair as I sucked him off.
He must’ve been overstimulated by that point, because too soon, his dick twitched against my tongue, and suddenly he was cumming straight down my throat, and though I loved making him feel this good, I was angry that I had let myself get too ahead of things. I’d been here before with Amos – Angel was about to discard the condom and put his clothes back on, and give me a quick “thanks” or “that was fun” before heading straight out that door and leaving me to my own devices.
I really needed to learn that Angel wasn’t like that.
His cock was still hard when I pulled away, and he smiled as he slid the condom on and gestured to the bed with a nod. “Lay down,” he said softly.
“What – you’re not done?”
“Did you get off?”
“Well… no, but -”
“Then I’m not done. Lay down.” My heart skipped a beat as he spoke. There was that little hint of dominance that I loved so much, that cool tone in his voice that said he knew he was in charge, he knew he had me wrapped around his finger. Silently, I moved back on the bed and spread my legs for him, and he crawled up on top of me. Another few moments where his cock slid back and forth over my pussy – then he pushed into me, this time as deep as he could go, not caring about going slow. I gasped, and the first few steady thrusts made me moan just a little too loud. His response was the press even deeper against me, threatening to plunge straight into my womb, and his eyes glittered as he looked into mine. “Hush, baby,” he breathed, and I had to cover my mouth with one hand to silence the obscene noises that could’ve given us away.
Every thrust was unadulterated bliss. His cock was hitting spots inside me I didn’t even know existed, and it took everything I had left to keep myself as quiet as possible. I couldn’t stop the occasional little moan here and there, not with his cock bumping my cervix every time he fucked into me, but I managed not to betray us. He was amazing for a virgin, fucking me at just the right pace and with just the right force to send me reeling with pleasure. The world around us seemed to dissolve – it was just the two of us now, and it felt incredible. I could feel my walls stretching around him, throbbing as I came closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. Already, I was aching to cum for him. I had gotten used to this feeling when I was with him – the tight knot forming in my lower belly, the way every nerve seemed to twitch under my skin as he continuously touched that ever-sensitive little bundle of nerves inside me…
The knot in my belly suddenly snapped loose, and my toes curled as I came. I didn’t scream, thankfully, but I let out a soft gasp that made him fuck me just a little harder, as if he liked the noise and wanted to hear more of it. He was perfectly in tune with my body, listening to every sound and watching every movement to see exactly what felt good and what didn’t. He was working tirelessly to make sure I had the time of my fucking life, and my God, did he ever succeed. I wrapped my arms around him and let myself disappear into the feeling of him, focusing on how I could feel every vein in his shaft, then the way his muscles rippled under my hands with every thrust, then the way his body fit perfectly on top of mine. One of my hands moved up to intertwine with his soft blond hair, and I had to bury my face against his shoulder as he gave me a particularly rough thrust, making the bed squeak a little under the force of it. Fuck, he was gonna be the death of me.
The third climax hit almost right after the second one, my pussy spasming around him as I fought to keep quiet. He was definitely having way too much fun making me moan like this, damn near giving us away to the entire fucking house, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it just as much. I had never felt so tended to, so cared for – he’d already gotten his, and his mission now was to make me cum over and over again.
He was getting tired, though, I could tell. I learned later that we’d been fucking for the tail-end of two hours now, though it never really felt like it. He was my first taste of sex for the hell of it, sex for pleasure, rather than having sex with the goal of orgasm in mind. My pussy was almost completely spent, too – I was sore and aching, but still wet and needy, wanting to have him inside me for as long as we could stand. He was fucking me harder now, faster, pounding me like I had never been before, and I was in absolute heaven. One last time, every muscle in my body began to tense, and my breathing stuttered as I closed my eyes to enjoy the feeling of it. Just a few more thrusts from that long, thick, perfect cock, and suddenly I was seeing stars behind my eyes as a flood of ecstasy lit every nerve on fire. He fucked me through the entire wave, his hips slowing as I came down gently from my high. I felt like I was floating, and the only thing that grounded me was his body collapsing on top of mine.
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